Sonnet 105 – My Dream

I’m listening to David Sanborn while
he plays “The Dream” and I long to hold you,
to let our noses nuzzle as you smile
just for me.  When first I touched you, I knew

that I would want to spend a long life in
love with you.  I’ve seen us lying in a
hammock while summer breezes slowly spin
the wind chimes hanging on the porch.  No day

could be considered fair that does not end
with you lying by me, your eyes alight
with the joy you find in us.  I would send
you off to dreams dreaming of me.  As night

enfolds you and sleep takes you, I would kiss
you gently, thankful all days end like this.

Sonnet 104 – Baser Spirit

I can’t afford Chateau Lafitte, though there
was a time I could.  When I was younger,
I drank the finest vintages, whether
it was wise or foolish to surrender

precious hours and dollars so.  Yet the chance
to taste a vine that only wealthy men
could savor, to imagine that romance
as the Rothschilds had known it could begin

to seep into the sap of a man born and
bred much more humbly, gave vicarious
pleasure.  These days, I drink nothing so grand.
And if it’s a baser spirit that moves

me, it’s a spirit that earnestly yearns
to find a beauty that soothes as it burns.

Sonnet 103 – Small Things

I love to feel how your fingers twine in
my hair while you lean over me and tell
me that we belong.  I cannot begin
to tell you how you move me or how well

you fit every nook of me.  It is
in the small things that our larger truths are
revealed to us.  It’s in the way you kiss
me when no one is looking, as though there

might be someone to disapprove of two
souls so truly met.  It’s in the way we
yearn for each other every hour you
are apart from me.  Sunset – promise me

that you’ll see this small man become greater
by your love, that his love brings you pleasure.